Chapter 225
**Chapter 241: You Can't Keep the People of the Sword Pavilion**
“Why are you all gathered in front of my Sword Pavilion’s dojo?”
Su Qinian frowned deeply. This time, he and several elders had gained quite a bit from the great secret realm.
But as soon as the results were out, he saw the disciples of his sect being bullied, and his expression darkened immediately.
“Your Sword Pavilion’s ancestor is sheltering demonic cultivators and has even killed my sect’s disciples. Before the Saint’s arrival today, none of you from the Sword Pavilion can leave!”
Su Qinian landed in front of the dojo, glancing back at the eager disciples behind him, while four elders stood protectively in front of all the disciples, confronting the other sect’s cultivators.
“You say my Sword Pavilion’s ancestor is sheltering demonic cultivators? What a joke! Not long ago, the young master of the Tianmo Sect was personally slain by my ancestor. My ancestor despises evil; how could he possibly shelter demonic cultivators?” Su Qinian slammed the Xuanwu Sword into the ground with a thunderous crash, causing the earth to sink slightly. “Let’s be honest, aren’t you all just looking for trouble? Well, I just happened to break through in the secret realm, so let’s see how you fare against me!”
The elders and sect leaders present were all at the Transformation stage.
No one dared to make a move against Su Qinian. Now that he had reached the peak of the Transformation stage, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was invincible among those at the Integration stage.
“Su Pavilion Master, everyone saw what your ancestor did. The dojos of the two great holy lands were also destroyed by your ancestor.”
“Exactly! If I were you, I’d be on my knees begging for mercy right now. Maybe the Saint will spare you a whole corpse!”
“Holy land dojos? Destroyed?!” Su Qinian looked up, his heart sinking.
When he exited the secret realm, he had been chatting with the elders about how clear the weather was, with not a cloud in sight.
Now, with two towering dojos gone, how could the day still be clear?
All that remained was the Zhenwu dojo, floating alone in the eastern sky.
But there was quite a commotion over there; it seemed the Zhenwu Holy Land had already learned of Zhang Yibai’s misfortune.
So, the ancestor destroyed the dojos of the Fenjing and Yaochi Holy Lands?
Did he kill all the disciples from above?
Even with the mental fortitude to face multiple White Moons at once, Su Qinian couldn’t help but feel a wave of darkness wash over him, gripping the Xuanwu Sword beside him to steady himself. What on earth had happened while they were in the secret realm?
Despite sensing impending doom,
Su Qinian still forced himself to speak coldly, “My Sword Pavilion’s ancestor is reasonable and despises evil. If he chose to protect a demonic cultivator, it must mean that this demonic cultivator is not ordinary, and there must be hidden truths behind it. If he destroyed the dojos of the two great holy lands, it must be because those dojos were causing him trouble!”
In the clouds, the hidden Chen Huai’an nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
Yes, yes! Just as he expected from someone he admired.
What Su said resonated deeply with him.
The reason he was hidden was to observe the Sword Pavilion’s stance on this matter.
After all, he wasn’t a philanthropist; he had already been generous enough to help the Sword Pavilion refine into a small world.
If he were to continue building the small world and provide more cultivation resources for the Sword Pavilion, it would depend on whether the Sword Pavilion was worth his investment.
Now, Su Qinian’s words had undoubtedly helped the Sword Pavilion pass this test.
“Su Pavilion Master, why aren’t you being reasonable?! You think your Sword Pavilion people can do no wrong?”
“Whether my Sword Pavilion’s people have done wrong is for us to judge, and no one else can interfere.” Su Qinian pressed his hand against the sword hilt, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “Of course, if you can defeat me, I might allow you to say a few bad words in front of me! Otherwise… death!”
“Pavilion Master.” Elder Li from Cangjian Peak stepped closer to Su Qinian and whispered a few words.
He had just inquired and learned the full story from the Sword Pavilion disciples.
All four of the Sword Pavilion’s direct disciples had gone missing, and other talented disciples from various sects had also vanished. Li Qingran revealed that the Fenjing and Yaochi Holy Lands had issues, and the ancestor had acted fiercely to protect Li Qingran, killing several powerful cultivators from the Holy Lands and wiping out those who had touched the sword formation. This was why the air was thick with a strong, bloody scent after exiting the secret realm.
“I see. Then there’s nothing more to say! Since the two great holy lands are causing trouble, what’s wrong with the ancestor protecting the Sword Pavilion’s disciples?” Su Qinian’s expression darkened as he thought of the ancestor who had withdrawn from the Sword Pavilion to protect it, and the missing Yue Qianchi along with the other three direct disciples… His fists clenched unconsciously, a chilling killing intent brewing in his eyes.
Since the establishment of the Sword Pavilion, they had always avoided conflicts in the martial world.
Even at their lowest point, they only robbed passing flying boats and spirit stones.
Though sometimes their actions were unethical, they had never harmed anyone.
To put it bluntly, the spirit stones the Sword Pavilion obtained through robbery were still fewer than what the Dan Sect earned in a single transaction.
Since this world was determined to make things difficult for the Sword Pavilion, then…
“All disciples of the Sword Pavilion, listen up!”
Su Qinian stomped his right foot on the ground, and with a thunderous crash, the earth sank, and the Xuanwu Sword was firmly in his hand.
The disciples behind him drew their swords in unison, responding in chorus.
“Follow me and carve a bloody path! Even if the King of Heaven comes today, we will return to the Sword Pavilion!”
Life and death were trivial; if you don’t agree, then fight.
Su Qinian thought that while the Saint had not yet emerged from the secret realm, now was the best time to break through the encirclement.
As for the whereabouts of Yue Qianchi and the three direct disciples…
Though it pained him, the Sword Pavilion had more than just these four direct disciples; there were other disciples to protect.
Ensuring the safety of the other disciples was the top priority.
Once he dealt with the immediate trouble, he would personally search for the four direct disciples—alive or dead!
“Destroy my holy land dojo and kill my holy land saintess, and you still want to run?!”
Suddenly, a furious female voice tore through the air.
Green vines burst forth from the earth, coiling upward like a python, wrapping the entire Sword Pavilion dojo in a cage in the blink of an eye.
A female cultivator in green stood in mid-air, her cold, deep-set eyes reflecting the crowd below.
As her wide sleeves billowed, a vast spiritual pressure poured down, causing the stone bricks of the Sword Pavilion dojo to crack inch by inch—she was evidently at the Transformation stage.
Moreover, her cultivation was even stronger than the three Yaochi elders left outside.
The newcomer was the second elder of the Yaochi Holy Land, Yu Ning Zhenren, who had entered the great secret realm alongside Yu Yao Zhenren.
At this moment, Yu Yao Zhenren was still healing in the secret realm, and upon sensing that something was wrong with Yu Qing Zhenren, she had been sent out to assess the situation.
Upon learning that three Transformation elders had been killed and the holy land dojo destroyed, she was filled with both shock and anger, and she would never allow the Sword Pavilion to leave so easily.
“Monsters of the Sword Pavilion, die!”
Yu Ning Zhenren thrust her palm downward; before her hand even reached them, the fierce wind had already made it difficult for the Sword Pavilion disciples to stand firm.
Until, with a sound of a sword cry.
As the cold light flashed, the wind ceased.
Yu Ning Zhenren suddenly felt a chill at her throat.
The dark sword edge had somehow appeared at her neck.
The blade reflected her frozen shock and horror—she hadn’t even seen the sword cultivator draw his sword.
“You… you are the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion?”
“You can’t keep the people of the Sword Pavilion!” Chen Huai’an did not answer but lightly tapped the sword hilt, the sword cry instantly shattering Yu Ning Zhenren’s soul.
The vines fell to the ground, severed cleanly in two, the cut smooth as a mirror.
The cage collapsed with a thunderous crash, just as the sword intent pierced through Yu Ning Zhenren.
“Tell Yu Yao Zhenren and the monk Fenye.” He sheathed his sword, turning his back to the crumbling cage, his cold gaze sweeping over the gathered cultivators. “The four direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion had better not suffer any mishaps, or else the two great holy lands will surely be in turmoil!”
As soon as he finished speaking,
The cultivators saw the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion casually wave his hand.
All the disciples of the various sects in the Sword Pavilion dojo vanished in an instant.
Blinding sunlight poured down.
Above the Sword Pavilion dojo, a straight sword mark split the clouds.
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**Chapter 242: The Purpose of Yaochi (Long Wind Blows Across Ninety Thousand Miles +1)**
The three direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion were found in the lair of Da Ha.
To be honest, if it weren’t for the heavenly machine’s calculations, Chen Huai’an would never have guessed that the three direct disciples would end up in Da Ha’s foul-smelling doghouse.
At this moment, the three disciples lay at the edge of the Luoxia Peak.
Despite their stench, no one complained.
“Their spiritual roots and bodies are gone, and their dantians have been ruined. These people from the three great holy lands really don’t treat others as human!” Su Qinian looked at the three direct disciples, now in such a miserable state, with reddened eyes. The four elders of the Sword Pavilion also showed expressions of hatred.
Li Qingran had already explained the whole story to them.
Although there was no evidence to prove the truth of Li Qingran’s words.
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